my mind always drained

so eccentric am I

trying to replenish the life in my veins

while holding my head high

 

my life is a movie unfeigned

but middle class college edition and what not

no not the Hollywood kind

and you can’t guess the plot 

 

How I’m tired of the games and the drama

Not to mention— my urge to start a brawling bar fight 

But enough with the excuses and proclaiming trauma

Simply, sit down and please throw me a light

 

They either look at me with envy or lust 

arguably, both of which I hate

And sadly, all speculation ends in mistrust 

With one hand on a bottle and their minds in all; ruminate

 

some nights I want limousines and luxury

but others— taxis and tranquility

 

SC